Chapter 42: Resonance
Chapter Forty-Two: Resonance
The young girl clutching her chest felt an unprecedented surge of excitement there.
It was as if something was awakening, a force so mighty that no one could stand against it.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The beating sounded even more powerful than when the Ghost-Fearing Spear was drawn from the depths of hell, shaking the entire mountain range almost violently.
Everyone present was bewildered, feeling dazed and lost, uncertain of what was happening.
Crack!
The clear sky exploded with a sudden roar.
A blood-red lightning bolt flashed across the void, descending from the heavens, splitting into two, and striking two different directions.
With the arrival of the blood-red lightning, everyone felt a numbness spread through their minds; their bodies wavered, consciousness slipping away, utterly unaware of the unfolding events.
Rumble!
The crimson lightning in the sky roared as if the entire heaven itself was about to crash down, shaking the entire Panlong Mountain, nearly tearing it apart.
On the ancient bluestone steps appeared cracks never before seen.
The bluestone stairs on Panlong Mountain seemed on the verge of shattering.
An event unseen for countless ages.
Crack!
The blood-red lightning continued to strike, its overwhelming power causing even the distant great sects miles away to grow restless and uneasy.
No one had ever witnessed such a scene; it was only recorded in some ancient texts, glimpsed by rare few.
It bore a formidable name: Bloodline Awakening.
In the vast world, such bloodline awakenings were no secret—mere strange tales and oddities.
Yet today’s spectacle chilled the hearts of all who beheld it.
Especially the ancient relics who had lived for ages; they understood all too well what this meant.
“A thousand years of blood tears, ten thousand years of thunder, eternal hatred born of a grievous injustice.”
The Asura Domain!
The legacy of the Asura Bloodline was detailed in ancient scriptures. When the blood-red lightning tore across the sky, the once feared Asura bloodline that had struck terror across the continent would awaken, forging a dual-colored wasteland and battling fiercely across the nine heavens and ten lands.
Boom!
Two bolts of blood-red lightning descended, striking two different bodies, forcibly linking two individuals who had no prior connection.
Amid the thunderous blood lightning, a crimson thread was born within the storm, tethering the two distant figures together.
Roar!
A black dragon soared forth from afar, ascending straight to the ninth heaven.
Circling and coiling, it unleashed its fury upon the world’s injustices, shrouding all of Panlong Mountain in darkness, blotting out the sky.
Dark mist swiftly spread, drifting across all corners of the continent.
Chirp!
A nine-colored heavenly phoenix soared through the ninth heaven, joyfully flapping its splendid wings.
Gusts swept through the world, blowing away ancient grievances and injustices.
The nine-colored phoenix kept chirping, as if summoning something.
Ha!
A sharp sound.
A heavenly blade shot into the sky, slashing through the void, tearing it asunder until only fragments remained.
The black dragon and heavenly phoenix circled ceaselessly in the void, chasing and communicating through divine connection.
Rumble!
From the ground, two beams of light rose from different directions, illuminating the world.
Bloodlines resonating.
No distinction between self and other.
For the first time in eternity.
“Ah!”
Before Panlong Mountain, a young girl writhed in pain; in her dreams, she saw many visions.
She tried to break free, but no matter how she struggled, an overwhelming will held her, compelling her to fight across the heavens and reclaim justice.
The phoenix’s cry shook the heavens, diving down from the ninth heaven, spewing divine fire that burned away the terrifying dark evil intent.
It sought to save the girl, hoping to free her from suffering.
Roar!
The black dragon bellowed wildly, descending like a thunderous storm, swiping across the heavens with its mighty tail, forcing the nine-colored phoenix into retreat.
A battle of dragon and phoenix.
In the girl’s dream, it raged fiercely and violently.
Boom!
An explosion, and both the nine-colored phoenix and black dragon vanished entirely.
“The nine phoenixes’ nirvana shakes the heavens, the black dragon transforms into the Asura clan. The wild thunder domain stirs through eternity, eternal grievances loom in the vast skies.”
The ancient, solemn, and resounding voice echoed in the girl’s mind. Unable to bear the relentless blows, she spat blood and awoke from her dream.
“Who… who are you?”
Her face pale, eyes filled with terror, she screamed desperately.
Bang!
As if passing through a mirror, everyone snapped awake at her cry.
No one knew what had just occurred.
They only felt as if they had been dreaming.
“You damned girl!”
The young girl stood stunned, her eyes full of fear and panic.
She didn’t know where she was, only that it was somehow deeply connected to her—and to the black dragon and nine-colored phoenix.
Why had they been fine before, only to clash fiercely until both exploded?
This mystery had to be unraveled.
And who was that blurred figure?
Slap!
Deep in thought, pain suddenly blossomed across her face.
“Who dares strike me?”
Infuriated at being slapped for no reason, she retaliated with a sharp slap.
Smack!
Before her palm could land, she was struck again, flying backward with a yell, “You damned girl! How dare you lay a hand on me!”
The shout jolted her fully awake. She remembered everything she had knocked down before, and her heart sank with a single thought, “Damn, I’m in deep trouble now.”
Bang!
She hit the ground hard but didn’t hesitate. Ignoring the pain like countless snakes biting her backside, she scrambled up and hurried to Hua Youyou’s side, face twisted with苦 pain, weakly saying, “Miss, I…”
Before finishing, she raised her hand, preparing to deliver a hard slap.
The little maid seemed accustomed to this. As the hand rose, she closed her eyes and braced herself.
But the slap never came.
She waited long, but still no blow landed.
Naively, she thought, “Could it be that Miss has suddenly taken pity on me this time?”
She lifted her stubborn head and glanced sideways.
Frozen.
She was stunned by what she saw.
The missing slap was not mercy but the sudden appearance of a large hand, intercepting the impending blow from Miss Hua Youyou.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Hua Youyou asked, a mix of anger and surprise in her voice, staring intently at the boy who blocked her.
It was the first time someone had dared to openly stop her from punishing someone.
Never before had this happened.
Surprised by the boy’s boldness, she realized he was unlike anyone else—he dared openly defy her.
Yet, she was furious. Xiao Yimo was nothing but a lowly firewood girl, not worth Mo Fan’s trouble or corruption for her sake.
“She may be a maid, but she’s still a person. She deserves her dignity,” Mo Fan said coldly, throwing aside Hua Youyou’s hand.
His words shocked the girl deeply, igniting fierce emotion in her eyes. She never expected a complete stranger to not only stand up for her but to openly confront her own lady and speak her truth.
Indeed, she was a maid, but as Mo Fan said, she was still a person—with dignity.
This was the first time anyone had seen her this way.
She felt comforted.
He truly was different.
“Dongyang Commandery, the three great families—never thought you’d go to such lengths to disguise yourselves for a worthless wretch like me,” Mo Fan said, leaving Hua Youyou and all others stunned.
Taking a few strides, he reached Ning Kun’s side and punched away the spiritual energy attack aimed at him.
Glancing at the confident young man before him, Ning Kun smiled faintly, “Thanks, brother!”